All you need is love~
First: I hate you, AG. I hate you with fiery, burning passion. Please stop crashing three times a day for several hours, okay? It will make about a thousand people happy. And of course I don't know this from trying to log on five billion times to play my gay OCD emo character, of course not! Nor am I trying to do it right now! I'm not obsessed, I swear!
Speaking of happines...
So Saturday was Gay Pride Day in Noho. I of course didn't know that, but it was an interesting surprise once I figured out why there were men in dresses and rainbow flags and a crowd of people waiting at the school. I've never been to one of these mostly because... well, my feelings on the subject are uncertain. I do support them, but prior to MHC I didn't know anyone personally, and it felt weird to go out and cheer about something I knew nothing about. But I was able to get a glimpse into a pride rally on Saturday, so I stood on the sidewalk and watched.
It was... odd. It's hard to describe, but it was like there was suddenly a definite difference between me and them. At school, I barely notice it because it's not "in your face" -- yeah, some people are gay, or bisexual, or asexual, but it doesn't really matter to me. But the amount of people at the parade was intimidating; suddenly I was faced with a flood of people different from me, all shouting and cheering and singing about it. And they were all so... happy about it, too. That's what I noticed the most, apart from the fact that "Whoa, now I know what San Francisco could be like during one of these." Everyone was smiling and cheering and singing and whistling and waving to people they recognized. And many brought their significant other with them, and they were holding hands or hugging (if they were riding a car) and looking generally pleased with the world. I admit I was jealous. I, in my miserable eighteen-year-spinsterhood, was jealous that they had something to celebrate and someone to celebrate with. And also, the fact that they could all march together and be proud of what they were -- and I? I have trouble telling new people I meet that I like anime, and I can't even show my friends my drawings out of embarrassment. But these people were celebrating something that sometimes led to disownment or abandonment or worse. They're brave and I'm envious of that.
No wonder Gavin Newsom allowed gay marriage; he must have realized just how many people would be happy and couldn't disappoint them.
And then later that evening I watched "Monster," which is the film where Charlize Theron plays a highway hooker-turned-serial-killer. And why did she start killing men? So her girlfriend would be happy and have money to spend on fun things. It sort of tied into the Pride Parade earlier, what with lesbians in love and Aileen trying to find happiness in her screwed-up life. It was a great movie but it made me feel, once again, like a spoiled little rich kid. On the other hand, they were in love and I'm unrequited, so I guess it kind of evens out.
I've run out of words to say.
Speaking of happines...
So Saturday was Gay Pride Day in Noho. I of course didn't know that, but it was an interesting surprise once I figured out why there were men in dresses and rainbow flags and a crowd of people waiting at the school. I've never been to one of these mostly because... well, my feelings on the subject are uncertain. I do support them, but prior to MHC I didn't know anyone personally, and it felt weird to go out and cheer about something I knew nothing about. But I was able to get a glimpse into a pride rally on Saturday, so I stood on the sidewalk and watched.
It was... odd. It's hard to describe, but it was like there was suddenly a definite difference between me and them. At school, I barely notice it because it's not "in your face" -- yeah, some people are gay, or bisexual, or asexual, but it doesn't really matter to me. But the amount of people at the parade was intimidating; suddenly I was faced with a flood of people different from me, all shouting and cheering and singing about it. And they were all so... happy about it, too. That's what I noticed the most, apart from the fact that "Whoa, now I know what San Francisco could be like during one of these." Everyone was smiling and cheering and singing and whistling and waving to people they recognized. And many brought their significant other with them, and they were holding hands or hugging (if they were riding a car) and looking generally pleased with the world. I admit I was jealous. I, in my miserable eighteen-year-spinsterhood, was jealous that they had something to celebrate and someone to celebrate with. And also, the fact that they could all march together and be proud of what they were -- and I? I have trouble telling new people I meet that I like anime, and I can't even show my friends my drawings out of embarrassment. But these people were celebrating something that sometimes led to disownment or abandonment or worse. They're brave and I'm envious of that.
No wonder Gavin Newsom allowed gay marriage; he must have realized just how many people would be happy and couldn't disappoint them.
And then later that evening I watched "Monster," which is the film where Charlize Theron plays a highway hooker-turned-serial-killer. And why did she start killing men? So her girlfriend would be happy and have money to spend on fun things. It sort of tied into the Pride Parade earlier, what with lesbians in love and Aileen trying to find happiness in her screwed-up life. It was a great movie but it made me feel, once again, like a spoiled little rich kid. On the other hand, they were in love and I'm unrequited, so I guess it kind of evens out.
I've run out of words to say.